Love your Mother

wrapping myself in the fluffy blanket with my shivering hands, the room smells that of marshmallows, wanting me to get out of the bed and see what else is being roasted. i switch on my laptop to watch another episode only to see the wifi connection poor, i shut it down angrily to be called by my mother. tired of nothing and everything, i force myself to get out of the bed, only after wrapping the blanket again on myself, i reach the kitchen only to see my cousins fighting over the last piece of chocolate. jaded, that the chocolates and marshmallows both are finished, i retire back to my room, only to called by mother again, removing the blanket again, i angrily went to her and shouted, “what do you want, can’t a child sleep in peace?” and left the room. she came to my room, seeing me laughing at some meme, and there i switched off my phone, guiltily. i kept it to my left and wrapped myself in the blanket only to see my mother removing the lid which had both chocolates and marshmallows. i was ecstatic seeing that box, and pounced on it. “i know they are your favorite, so i saved some for you, before your brothers would have eaten”, ma answered. i hugged her with a guilt stricken face, only to realise that no matter what may happen in the world, mother will always be by the side, as your ray of both hope and sunshine.

Respect your mother, love her unconditionally, no matter what.
@enchantingnachokitten


that’s me with my parents,😍

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#LGBT

her name was Sarah, the golden girl of our school, the girl who everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl every guy crushed on. we were friends since our diaper days. we played together, we slayed together. one day, we were casually watching television when her arm brushed mine. i got chills on my body, and ignored that feeling. we’re both cuddled up, with my favorite black blanket when my naked leg touched hers. she looked at me and i did the same. i showed some courage and touched her lips with mine. we started making out, when my mom entered. she asked her to leave and i was grounded for a month. even though, i was not allowed to leave the house, we still met. we still met and decided to keep it a secret.time flied and high school was over. we graduated. i told my mother about Sarah. i confessed my love for her in front of my mum. my mother was against us, while her parents supported her decision. mum told me this was the age of experimenting, and it didn’t mean that i was a lesbian. she suggested me to date boys and sent me far away from Sarah, to a different college. we still remained in touch, but my mother had another story planned out. she married me to her best friend’s son. i was all against her decision. i rebelled and screamed, but before, i could run away, the deal was sealed in the church with a kiss, where we were pronounced husband and wife. today, is our wedding night, and i am planning to run away. Sarah is coming to pick me up and i can’t wait to start a new life with me and Sarah fighting for the transgender rights and changing the thinking of the people. It’s a difficult task but we know, nothing is impossible.@enchantingnachokitten

Death.

“knock knock.”
“who’s there?”
“death”, replied a very daunting voice making me shiver.
“death?” i questioned and realisation dawned upon me. i quickly ran towards my room and latched it as fast as i could. I heard the keys rattle down the hall and the main door opened with a jolt. my eyes were wide open, as i took a look at the god of death from the peephole. damn. with the gold chains rattling down his neck and eyes all bloodshot, he took a good look at the house, when i felt him coming towards my room, i double checked the latch and thought a way of escaping. tearing away, the curtains, i threw pebbles down the glass and ran away to the terrace with blood dripping from my skin. scared, i felt someone grab me from behind. there he was, laughing at my foolishness. he showed off his sharp deceitful talons and took hold of me. i tried to escape, but before i could, he tore me away from my body, making my soul fly in the sky and threw down my body to rot. my soul was free and he was happy, for he completed another task. “time of death, 11:42 am”, i heard someone speaking from the group that surrounded my previous body. my soul couldn’t bear losing another body, so it flew away, to see the god of death, free another soul. peace, at last, he spoke.
@enchantingnachokitten


Sorry for being inactive for a while.

The Untold Story Behind The Red Lipstick.

She works all day long,
Wearing a thong,
To see her daughter fly.

She smiles to get her, food,
Food, which she never knew existed, for she only knew how to satisfy other’s hunger.

She teases to give her, education,
Education, which she could never get, for she was only educated how to be a sex slave.

She dances to provide her, shelter,
Shelter, which she could never have, for she only had a room, decorated with flowers to please the men.

She strips to gift her, a future,
Future, which she could never have, but she could give one to her daughter.

She satisfies to bestow her, a life.
Life, which she could never have, but she feels she can provide one to her daughter.

-@enchantingnachokitten

I need to heal.

I need to reshape myself. I need to mend my-damaged-self. I need to love my self. I need to travel and discover new places. I need to stop thinking about my past. I need to smile a little more. I need to cry a little less. I need to laugh a little more. I need to spend some more time with my family. I need to love myself the way I want others to do. I need to watch the beauty of nature, the rustling of the leaves, the rise of the sun, the journey of a butterfly, the aroma of the flowers. I need to make some new memories with myself. I need to stop thinking that I need someone with me to be happy. I need to replace the darkness in my soul with a bright light. I need to promise that I’ll heal myself. I need to ignore the pain which is constantly churning in my body. I need to live my life. I need to love my life. I need to heal. I need to start over. I need to be me. I need to have faith. I need to breathe. I need to do my best.
@enchantingnachokitten

I hung myself

Day 1
I see him, he sees me, hellos are exchanged.

Day 2
He calls me pretty and asks me on a date. I tell him no.

Day 3
He sees me again, drags me in a deserted alley. I say no. I scream no. I shout, but no one listens. His friends arrive, I resist, I ask them to leave me, but they left unconscious.

Day 4
I wake up naked, in a deserted alley, with my clothes all tattered. I cry, I call for help, no one does. I stand up, walk towards my home, facing the murmurs of the neighbours.

Day 5
I lay unconscious in my shower, from all the crying.

Day 10
I force my legs to move out of the house, only to feel disgusted by the male species there.

Day 15
I wake up to see my friend moving out for she can’t stay with a rape survivor.

Day 18
I force myself again to step out of the house. I cross the street, only to be haunted by their faces, only to feel their voices echo in my ears.

Day 20
I visit the police station. The investigation began. I showed them the bruises. But the police officer’s dirty looks made me return back.

Day 30
I start with my therapy sessions.

Day 65
I had a panic attack again, this evening, when a guy asked me out.

Day 70
I saw their faces again. In that alley. Under my leg. In my lips.

Day 120
I saved a girl today from being raped.

Day 200
I have started having nightmares, again.

Day 250
Today was my last therapy session.

Day 300
I plan to speak up.

Day 301
I visited the police station.

Day 305
They asked me why did I take so long? I had no answer.

Day 307
They came for questioning again. I narrated them the whole ordeal.

Day 309
They started investigating. I still get nightmares.

Day 320
They closed the case, for there was no evidence.

Day 321
I narrated it to my family members, no one believed me.

Day 365
I hung myself.
-@enchantingnachokitten

will i be missed?

Bruises on body,

Cuts on wrist,

Blood on arms,

Sweat on legs,

Anxiety in soul,

Fear in brain,

Pain in heart,

Tears in eyes,

Hate for self,

Hate for many.

For i wonder,

Will I be missed?

-@enchantingnachokitten

tired……

You know that moment, when you’re tired. Tired and frustrated of actually nothing. You think what’s wrong with you, but that moment, you just want to go to your room, away from everyone and everything and let everything out. You’re so tangled in your thoughts that you just want to lie down and think and then you start having those scary thoughts, which make you feel confined. You seal yourself in your room and think of murdering your mind, for it talks too much. You unseal your room and decide to go for a walk. You walk, you jog, but both, your mind and your heart start fighting so loudly that you stop. You stop, and ask them to shut up, but the civil war inside your body never does. You decide to leave everything away and start afresh, you do. You change your city, you change your address, you keep changing everything, until you realise that past will always be permanent. For your, thoughts, will always haunt you, making you, the prisoners of your past, until you start sharing, until you start talking. Your heart may weep at night, your eyes may bleed in the morning, your ruthless brain may say it’s all gonna be okay, you may feel that you’re buried five feet under your thoughts, without a coffin, nothing will be okay, until you start talking, start sharing. You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that you do not hear the honking of the car, until the driver comes out and shakes your body. For maybe, you’ve left your past behind, but the past would never leave you. You’d drown yourself in the ocean of thoughts sailing in the ship of tequila, until it te quils you. -@enchantingnachokitten

your end, your bitter end

Drops of blood, sprayed like water on a rainy day.

Deafening silence echoing in the precarious sedentary walls,

Light blue sky diminishing into a desolate,

Evil laughter follows in my ear, making my eardrums bleed.

Fear conquers my determination,

Encompassing me with defeat and decay.

Dread boiled over my sorrow,

And I run back to my room,

Seeing four beautiful words on my bloodied mirror.

 

YOUR END IS HERE.

 

-Khushi

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